to sleep– Perhaps to dream

silver

Sliver of light soft from the silver moon above,

casting a glow on my childhood home (silver).

I shiver and hide outside, my vision a blur of

concrete and snow, silver tears and ghosts ("oo").

Your cutting words a silver sword.

My hand on hers, my eyes on yours,

tears ignored.

In my eyes you saw silver,

a glittering of tear drops.

Then I was gone like quicksilver,

and prayed I would wake up.

I don't want to leave

all the love that was ours,

but I don't want to stay

where I got all my scars.

Run from bullets of silver,

but I'm bound by bright chains of silver.

My sister cried, a wet, silver sheen on her face.

You in a rage, her in a cage (silver).

I met your eyes, my once silver tongue unsure of what to say.

I only could pray, hold her hand and wait.

Replay it like the silver screen.

Your mocking smile, your eyes' angry gleam.

I didn't blink.

In my eyes you saw silver,

a glittering of tear drops.

Then I was gone like quicksilver,

and prayed I would wake up.

I don't want to leave

all the love that was here,

but I don't want to stay

where I got all my tears.

Raindrops falling like silver

from gray clouds lined with silver.

But now all my memories of home are tarnishing.

All my trust in you is quickly vanishing.

As I run, the curtain falls to end the scene,

red like rust and heart blood,

dyed by all my lost love.

I've gone away.

I've sold all the family silver.

You say I'm a fool,

but what else could I do?

In my eyes there is silver,

a glittering of tear drops.

And I'm gone like quicksilver.

I still haven't woke up.

Why'd I have to leave

all the love that was there?

I relive it in my dreams,

and each time you don't care

that I run like quicksilver;

that I ran like quicksilver.

And now all my life is like silver,

but it isn't lovely like silver.